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When; March 14th
Rating; PG
Characters; Hitsugaya Toushirou [

icepetals] & Hinamori Momo [

hajikemomo]
Summary; White Day!
Log;

Hinamori always found something to keep her busy, and that something normally involved Tobiume or food. Today was Tobiume's turn, though. The vice captain had neglected her somewhat during the time she'd spent chained to her childhood friend, and so it came to it that Hinamori Momo was sitting in the lounge, sheathed blade at her side, and mind quite clearly elsewhere.

In fact, she'd almost forgotten it was White Day.

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Checking right away was much sooner than he had expected, but he supposed his too forward approach wasn’t too bad if it got the desired result anyways.

He followed a few silent steps behind her to catch her reaction, something he had always enjoyed watching. Just like how he liked watching her slowly fall asleep and snuggle closer unconsciously, he didn’t do it because he was a pervert no matter what rumours Nel might spread.

"Happy White Day." He said simply, a faint smile begged to be revealed when he caught sight of her holding his gift. Desired result indeed.

No matter how faint it might have been, she saw his smile and returned one all her own. It didn't matter what others said about how much of a grouch he could be, or how many people complained that he was a slave driver, or any of it. Hitsugaya cared in his own way.

And she loved that.

"Thank you, Shirou-chan," the smile still present as she moved to hug him in return.

He returned the hug, leaning in to nudge his nose against her collar for a few seconds before pulling back to give her a more obvious smile. A grin even.

"I take it you like the gift?"

That had been one of his major worries, he had received suggestions that ranged from a bag of marshmallows – which one of them had vehemently claimed to be the origin of White Day – to other gift ideas that covered pots and pans to lingerie. For the latter idea he was never going to consult its giver for suggestions ever again.

"The gift and the giver," she murmured back, utterly comforted by his reaction. Honestly, he was just like a teddy bear himself sometimes.

Echoing his grin in her own way, Hinamori freed her hands to play with the toy a little more, wondering where to put it. Naruto may have left, but she still had the dragon he'd given her; one of the few possessions she'd allowed herself to accumulate in her nearly two years within the City. It resided next to the bed, and that seemed like a good place for this one too, but first... "Does it have a name?"

Her response left a warm feeling bubbling inside him, something that would never translate to his face though it was there. A teddy bear perhaps, but he would still scowl if he ever discovered that thought.

A name, he had never thought to give it one first. Was he supposed to have, was that what they were supposed to do for White Day gifts? There were quite a few names he could easily pull from the recesses of his mind but Hitsugaya was pretty sure Hinamori wasn’t looking for those, and he definitely didn’t think they were appropriate for the situation.

"No, it doesn’t. Will you give it one?"

Had he mentioned that he had a few ideas, she would have been curious, but she knew better than to push when he gave such a flat answer. Naming it herself didn't seem fair though... Then again, she had simply named the dragon Hyourinmaru, since that was why Naruto had picked it for her. But it was something Hitsugaya had chosen and had put a lot of thought into, the name she could manage herself.

Biting her lower lip in concentration, she examined the plush again, trying to decide between two equally worthy names. It still didn't seem right that it was her decision, but the way he'd asked had made it seem like Hitsugaya would be happier if she did choose. So-- "I think he should be named Pyon."

To which she couldn't help laughing.

He blinked.

"Pyon?" He repeated, blinking yet again and maybe a few more times in confusion. Was Pyon some foreign name like Pierre or Pedro or was it Pyon as in… pyon?

"Pyon, like-" he did a little forwards hop, "pyon?" It was certainly an interesting and quite mystifying name; Hitsugaya would have never been able to come up with a name like that. The mysteries of the fairer gender was astounding!

"Pyon! Like pyon. It's cute, so it suits," she chuckled, at the name now as much as the move forward he'd made. "Unless you've got something else in mind?"

She shot him another smile as she moved to place the newly aquired Pyon beside the dragon, arranging them just so to suit her likes as much as it was to keep busy. "Really, thank you though. You didn't have to."

The rhymed too. He shook his head, "Nope, I think Pyon suits it perfectly. Short and easy to remember."

He shrugged, more to himself as she wasn’t looking at him with her arrangements. "It’s a thank you gift for the cake." Really, he would have tried to find her a proper response gift during that Valentine’s week instead of waiting for exactly a month later. That was one thing he never understood about White Day, though he supposed it meant men were indecisive if it took them a month to find a gift to return, he was a prime example of that.

"Good!" Satisfied that Pyon and (the cuddly) Hyourinmaru were arranged as she liked, she returned to the captains side, slipping her hand into his with a shy echo of her earlier smile.

"There's another cake in the kitchen, if you're hungry."

He squeezed the hand he was holding but elbowed her side lightly as well. He had done good today, right? The gift was delivered – he would work on his direct approaches with time – and she liked it enough to name it Pyon.

"I’m always hungry for your cakes. No more meditation? I know I interrupted you earlier, I wouldn’t want Tobiume to bear a grudge."

She glanced (down, alas) at him, a somewhat confused expression flitting over her features for a moment before she resumed smiling. What, he couldn't eat alone? She poked back, a giggle escaping as she did so.

The companion in question was quiet at her side, and to her knowledge, had never been particularly angry at anyone. Least of all a captain. "She won't mind, as long as Hyourinmaru doesn't. There's always time for each other later," she replied, giving his hand a quick tug to lead him to the kitchen. "But you'll have to make the tea."

He scrunched his nose at her, they were nearly the same height, he was growing! And of course he could eat alone, but if he were to eat alone it would have been a very quick and boring meal, even if the meal was going to be cake.

His Hyourinmaru was constantly there, the unmistakable rumble was always at the back of his mind even with company. They were alike in the fact that it wasn’t necessary for words to be exchanged for a conversation, "No, he won’t mind."

Hinamori simply continued to smile, unable to find any other response to his actions. Sometimes, she felt it was all she could do for him, but that was fine. As long as she could do something.

"I'm glad," short and sweet, comforted by his reassurance that the dragon was content. Honestly, if she could, she would have the dragon as a pet. Everything she knew about him from Hitsugaya made her glad the two had found each other, just as she was glad she had Tobiume.

She moved about the kitchen slowly, gathering up the needed items to serve the cake. "How much did you want?

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